Image via Magpie Tales i won't be leaving here with you nor will you be staying with me for any longer than you see fit that is just the way of it it is the silent refrain of my being i won't be leaving here with you but i will stay, until my time is done as your ceremonial chosen one no, this won't be my last tour though it is the first time i won't be leaving here with you shh, now, darling. this is what i do i see it in your eyes, our time's drawing to a close. please don't mind the tears they come, they go, it's true... i won't be leaving here with you Rene ~ December 8, 2012
Your poem has shown well the pull of hanging on...the difficulty of letting go.
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ReplyDeleteOh Rene........I am pushing seventy and the short answer is - letting go STILL SUCKS. LOL. Sorry.
ReplyDeletea very short way of conveying such a powerful feeling
ReplyDeleteAlways hard to let go... Holding on is so natural to us. Wonderful writing,
ReplyDeleteletting go might be hard no matter how many times we've done it.. beautiful.
ReplyDeleteFine response to the prompt.
ReplyDeleteGood short poetry always has a punch like this. Good work.
ReplyDeleteSuch a big question raised in this wonderful poem..perhaps we must hold onto the good..and let go of the bad?
ReplyDeletewonderful ...yes!
ReplyDeleteWow, such a great punch here. Thanks.
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There is something particularly eerie about " heels and the pull of the ocean "
ReplyDeleteYeah, letting go doesn't get any easier.
ReplyDeleteit's tough but you can do it easily next time :)
ReplyDeleteI loved the amazing message in the short, simplicity of this poem.
ReplyDeleteJust float and drift...
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